She had given herself time, been patient as she waited for mind to clear, but even that wasn't being accomplished fast enough. With a heavy sigh the Nomad just gave up her attempt, exhaling a sharp breath then rose from her crouch. This was frustration. What on earth did she had to do at this rate? Outside of a recap of her past transgressions she couldn't think of anything else. And she was on the verge of doing just that. But each time she tried to do so, even utter it to herself, her throat closed and a sense of warning kept her silent. She didn't know how much longer she could keep withholding from herself.
X'yrin put herself in stride, with no aim to intent truly to guide her. The simply sound of her steps, the rustle of the fragrant blades would have to do this time around. Her heart was not even in listening to the songs of the birds, nor the chatter of the fodder as they scurried about in their business. It was when her eyes lifted from her own steps that she noticed the flora line that marked the Ichikan territory, the very border she had met the respected Jiryu. The scent of the pack was faint, left unmarked, not cared for in some time. She looked to the untended line indifferently, simply sighing and carrying on as she had; lifelessly.
Her dulled gaze eventually met the image of another ahead. Black haired and cloaked, the Nomad couldn't recall her face or name at all. Someone new perhaps? Or a resident she had yet to meet. Her usually enthusiasm wavered, coming off as little more than a forced smile and subtle nod of her unkempt head. Advancing slowly, she offered a soft whine of greeting, not even bothering to use her voice as a courtesy. Everything about this once vibrant female was off. And she didn't even know why.